Shoved to the back of the shelf with a hole in my belly. My appearance invites conversations about identity and isms, so I suppose I can't complain about my station in life. I came into the world like this, but it's your perception that defines me. Some see a foe, a friend, a fetish. I will work with whatever I get, just don't give away my place at the table.
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